Drew Dillon - Trouble Lyrics

And once again I was back to being in bed when I was wee
And a car would pass by the house, by the bend in the road and go slowly
Where I'd imagine a gunman coming to the door through the shadows and grass
I'd hold my breath and hope he'd drive on, luckily, he always passed

And sometimes in dreams, a tiger, awaiting outside my driveway gates to kill
I mean, I'm not unfamiliar with spotting army with guns in our bushes on their drills

Lyra said 'Kid, it's gonna be OK
I know you're not feeling that way'